if you've come for witty reparte or a good old fashioned poop story, today is not your day.
if you've come to witness me using words as catharsis, you're in luck.
tonight was one of my least favorite nights of my life. it climaxes (nadirs) with this scene: john, red-faced and screaming "i don't want you, mommy!" over and over.
charlie in his wrap, muffledly crying as he buries his face in my shoulder.
me, nearly hysterical, yelling god-knows-what (i truly don't) through sobs and tears.
* * *
how did we get there? not all at once, of course. in dribs and drabs of bad behavior meets inappropriate response with a mix of too-tired thrown in for good measure.
we've been struggling, my husband and i, to help john through a very difficult time. best I can tell it's a culmination of a year of change that was enough to leave my grownup head spinning - and i chose most of that change, unlike john. john's been acting out at home and at school - disruptive, not listening, back-talking, hitting, hitting himself. we quickly realized that our fairly traditional parenting methods of spankings, punishments and threats of punishment weren't working. in fact they only made matters worse.
we've been working hard on gentle, positive parenting, and when well-executed john responds very well to it.
the problem is: i am truly terrible at it. i do well for a short stretch, and then ... boom. i fail. Not always as spectacularly as tonight, but tonight just emphasizes to me how i am not holding up my end of the bargain for this brilliant, brilliantly spirited, energetic child.
he deserves so much more. my prayer is that i might find an inner source of grace to give to this beautiful little being and help him learn to do good in the world with all the strength he has.
our children are little mirrors of ourselves, and what i saw tonight was ugly indeed.
i'm so very sorry, my john. i will keep trying, keep learning, and love you no matter how much i backslide, yell, and fall.
if you've come to witness me using words as catharsis, you're in luck.
tonight was one of my least favorite nights of my life. it climaxes (nadirs) with this scene: john, red-faced and screaming "i don't want you, mommy!" over and over.
charlie in his wrap, muffledly crying as he buries his face in my shoulder.
me, nearly hysterical, yelling god-knows-what (i truly don't) through sobs and tears.
* * *
how did we get there? not all at once, of course. in dribs and drabs of bad behavior meets inappropriate response with a mix of too-tired thrown in for good measure.
we've been struggling, my husband and i, to help john through a very difficult time. best I can tell it's a culmination of a year of change that was enough to leave my grownup head spinning - and i chose most of that change, unlike john. john's been acting out at home and at school - disruptive, not listening, back-talking, hitting, hitting himself. we quickly realized that our fairly traditional parenting methods of spankings, punishments and threats of punishment weren't working. in fact they only made matters worse.
we've been working hard on gentle, positive parenting, and when well-executed john responds very well to it.
the problem is: i am truly terrible at it. i do well for a short stretch, and then ... boom. i fail. Not always as spectacularly as tonight, but tonight just emphasizes to me how i am not holding up my end of the bargain for this brilliant, brilliantly spirited, energetic child.
he deserves so much more. my prayer is that i might find an inner source of grace to give to this beautiful little being and help him learn to do good in the world with all the strength he has.
our children are little mirrors of ourselves, and what i saw tonight was ugly indeed.
i'm so very sorry, my john. i will keep trying, keep learning, and love you no matter how much i backslide, yell, and fall.
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